They all thought it was wrong, unnatural. Was it really? Mom always said Love was about giving, about finding the person who made you better. They said he was a monster, that I was crazy. I’ve seen people crumble before him, beg him, fear him, seen them reduced by him with a single touch but I still loved him. His calculated moves lured me to him. His facade didn’t push me away but closer. She was willing to go with him, to sacrifice herself to him. Just to be with him.